D.E.A.D.R.A.M.O.N.E.S. - Modern Life Is War

Making come true our modest, impossible dreams

Stuck in public school classrooms, at age fifteen!

Those long hot days, just before the summer

Knowing that we’re stuck here!

And there’s something happening somewhere

Knowing we know, we gotta get there

It’s true what they say

Death is more perfect than life

That’s why we already died!

What could have been?

We don’t wanna know!

Tonight we’ll get our kicks

Tonight we’re all letting go

'Cus we’re all Dead Ramones!

Sore back!

Sore feet!

A ragtag army and we’re sick in the heat

We’re not pretty

And we’re not rich

We’re gonna hafta fucking work for it

It’s our life!

We do what we choose!

Black jeans, black shirt, black shoes!

Mom and Dad still don’t approve

Twenty-eight shows, twenty-eight days

Pulling up new rogues all along the way

I’m just another face in this desperate youth parade

And all the bunk beds locked doors, hardwood, sweat, guts

Skateboards, cold war bomb shelter basement screams, no sleep, good dreams

We’re playing hard as we can

And a whole lotta time stuck in the van

Reading the graffiti on every bathroom wall

In truck stop fast food hell

Save me from ordinary

Save me from myself!

Another punk rock summer came and went

Now I just wanna go back home

And turn up my stereo

'Til the rhythm melts my bones

'Cus I’m a Dead Ramone!

D — E — A — D — R — A — M — O — N — E — S!

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We’re all Dead Ramones!